Life is back to normal......but 'normal' has changed. The...
Life is back to normal...
...but 'normal' has changed.
The Farmer has fully recovered from her neck surgery. She's getting physical therapy to tone up her neck, chest, back muscles, which went all weak during her recovery.
For over a month now, she's been back doing chores. But here's where 'normal' has changed. Every winter for the past 4-5 years, I've let Melissa do the chores every day. I stay inside, toasty warm by the wood stove. The winters, though, have been unbearably long.
This winter, after doing chores 55 days in a row (why can't I let that number go?) I realized that I sort of like it. I decided I didn't want to stop. So I do chores every third day, regardless of wind chill. And I've been snowshoeing every day until this blasted mid-winter warm-up, which has melted most of the snow and crusted what's left. I actually got a little weepy the other day because I couldn't snowshoe. (Perhaps I'd better up my hormone dosage! Crying because the snow is melting? That's crazy.)
The very odd thing is that this winter is flying by. I don't feel the same "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO SCREAM IF SPRING DOESN"T COME RIGHT NOW" malaise that everyone else in MN feels mid-February.
I cannot tell you how bizarre this is for me. Is it doing chores? Is it snowshoeing?
Don't know. But obviously getting out into winter instead of cowering by the woodstove has altered my perspective. The farm's a bigger part of my life now. Winter's not something to just be endured, but also to be enjoyed.
And the good news?
Snow's coming tomorrow!
...but 'normal' has changed.
The Farmer has fully recovered from her neck surgery. She's getting physical therapy to tone up her neck, chest, back muscles, which went all weak during her recovery.
For over a month now, she's been back doing chores. But here's where 'normal' has changed. Every winter for the past 4-5 years, I've let Melissa do the chores every day. I stay inside, toasty warm by the wood stove. The winters, though, have been unbearably long.
This winter, after doing chores 55 days in a row (why can't I let that number go?) I realized that I sort of like it. I decided I didn't want to stop. So I do chores every third day, regardless of wind chill. And I've been snowshoeing every day until this blasted mid-winter warm-up, which has melted most of the snow and crusted what's left. I actually got a little weepy the other day because I couldn't snowshoe. (Perhaps I'd better up my hormone dosage! Crying because the snow is melting? That's crazy.)
The very odd thing is that this winter is flying by. I don't feel the same "OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO SCREAM IF SPRING DOESN"T COME RIGHT NOW" malaise that everyone else in MN feels mid-February.
I cannot tell you how bizarre this is for me. Is it doing chores? Is it snowshoeing?
Don't know. But obviously getting out into winter instead of cowering by the woodstove has altered my perspective. The farm's a bigger part of my life now. Winter's not something to just be endured, but also to be enjoyed.
And the good news?
Snow's coming tomorrow!
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